A young man with ash blond hair walked to them and laced his arms around Spencer. “Spence! Honey, I thought you’d never come! How do those paws look?” He grabbed Spencer’s hands, running his thumbs on his fingers. “Nasty! What do we do today? Ooooh! And who’s sexy hunk here?”
Duncan’s face flushed despite himself and his discipline.
Spencer’s mocking voice. “Sexy? Wipe your glasses off. He’s my bodyguard.”
The man walked close, batting his eyelashes. “Does Mr Bodyguard want a manicure too?”
“No.” Duncan set his face.
“Tough too. Love it.” He winked at him and walked back to Spencer. “What can I bring you?”
“The usual, Marky.” He gestured at Duncan. “And a coffee for him. He could use one.” Spencer plopped down in a golden armchair and gestured at a chair, close. “Sit, sit. This might take a while and even I’m not such a huge jerk to make you stand for hours… even if I could.” Grinning, he was lost in his phone.
Marky came back with a silver tray, a glass of champagne sparkling on it, and two large cups of coffee. He put it down near Spencer and took a cup to Duncan.
“Here you go, sexy.” Another wink.
“Thanks.”
Marky sat down at his table and asked for Spencer’s hands. “Let’s start with a good massage, honey. Long night?”
“We went out to party a bit.” He took the glass and sipped at the champagne whilst Marky massaged his other hand with some fragrant oil.
Switching his hands. “And what do we do today?”
Spencer’s dark eyes stayed a bit on his nails. “Black. Make them long a bit and pointy.”
“Rawr! Someone wants to get feisty in bed? Mhm? I like that.”
Duncan held back from rolling his eyes and sipped his coffee. Glancing sometimes at Marky working on Spencer’s nails, he was mostly scanning the street and guests coming in. Those sharp nails taking shape, like sparkling talons. Marky pushed a few, small glinting diamonds on that lacquered black.
“Might as well be classy on top of bitchy.”
Spencer chuckled, admiring his right hand which had been done. He showed it to Duncan, wriggling his fingers softly. “What do you think?”
Duncan parted his lips but before he could reply, Marky perked up. “I bet he’d love them raking down his back.” Grinning.
Spencer’s eyes met Duncan’s, noticing that faint red taint on his neck.Oh…
Duncan kept his voice level. “They’re very pretty.”
A mocking light in Spencer’s eyes, but he didn’t comment, and they waited until Marky finished his left hand too. Paying, giving him a generous tip. Kisses on the cheek.
“See you, honey, soon? Bring your hunk too.”
Spencer smiled. “He’s glued to my ass.”
“I wish he was glued to mine.” Laughing, both of them, and Duncan averted his eyes, waiting with his hands laced.
Driving Spencer to that other place, a hotel where that fashion show would take place. Frantic preparations all around the lobby, the various rooms. A man rushed to them, chubby and bald, in a red suit and blue shirt.
“Hurry up! You have to be dressed now!” French accent tainting his words.
Spencer just waved him away and walked to where the models were being prepared.
The bald man huffed. “Petit con!”
Duncan smiled. “Oui, il l’est.”
